My wife and I had checked into the resort after several weeks of a punishing
work schedule. All we wanted now was to chill out and do as little as possible.
We saw in the resort information that it offered a "married couples
only" tension-buster massage. We decided to give it a go. We checked
into the health and beauty suite and were shown down a short passageway
to a door bearing the sign "married couples only". We went in.

The room
was decorated in soft pastels, large plants and subdued recessed lighting.
We were aware of a haunting perfume and relaxing New Age music coming
from hidden speakers. Glancing around the room we saw two cubicles with
a note to please shower and use the wraparound towels. We entered the
showers and after finishing, wrapped the warm fluffy white towels around
ourselves. Unsure of what to do next, we decided to lie face down on each
of our couches and await events.

Soon the
door opened and two people came in. They were young, in their twenties,
tanned and fit with that scrubbed exercised look I always envy in people
who have time to keep themselves looking good. They introduced themselves
as our personal masseurs who would help to remove all the stresses and
strains of modern living and help us satisfy ourselves in ways that we
couldn't achieve ourselves. Definitely intrigued now, we lay face down
on the couches and I was asked to take the one just behind that of my
wife. At the time I didn't know why but as time went on it became apparent.

The male
masseur pulled back the towel from my wife so that her back and buttocks
were exposed. The same happened to me and the masseurs stepped forward
to begin their art. Looking forward, I idly noticed that my wife had a
tight ass with firm well defined cheeks without a hint of a bikini line
to spoil the golden tan. "Hmm", I thought, "I wonder when
she was able to sunbathe nude".

I could see
that my wife was nervously biting the bottom of her lip and her eyes began
to take on a startled look as her thighs were gently prized apart. She
was always coy about revealing her body and I knew that this massage was
a big step for her. From where I lay I could see the firm outline of her
ass cheeks as they vanished under her thighs. As her thighs were progressively
parted I watched with increasing excitement as more and more of her body
was revealed. I could now make out the protuberant cunt lips that were
squashed and pushing back slightly on the towel.

She had always
been embarrassed at her pubic bulge especially in her swimsuit where she
thought it protruded too much. I loved to stare at it whenever I could
fantasising about one of those rare opportunities with our stressed work
schedules when I could bury myself in her glorious bush. The masseur was
at her ankles bending over slightly as he manipulated the soft flesh of
her thighs. His thick thumbs worked up the rear of her thighs kneading
and pressing the flesh as it slowly approached her exposed buttocks. I
was now enjoying a voyeurs' excitement and could feel my cock hardening
as I could see the masseurs thumbs gently skirting across her labia as
he massaged her buttocks. Every time he pressed and kneaded her cheek
it alternatively revealed and then covered her cunt framed by the dark
bush that nestled between her thighs.

My own masseuse
seemed to sense my increasing excitement as I shifted on the couch trying
desperately to squash down my erection. Her firm fingers had reached my
own buttocks and their tips were lightly circling my testicles. My penis
began to throb and jerk beneath me. My wife's face was turned towards
me with a dreamy faraway expression. After what seemed an age of the kneading,
stretching and pulling of our aching muscles, the masseurs tapped our
shoulders to indicate that we should turn over onto our backs and softly
moved away to respect our modesty. We gripped the towels around our bodies.
The lights dimmed slightly.

I looked
again at my wife: her eyes had closed and I could see a faint flush across
her features and the top of her chest. I could not conceal my erection
as it bowed out from the loose folds of the soft material of my towel.
I found it impossible to prevent it twitching and throbbing. The masseurs
returned. My eyes startled with shock: they were both completely naked.

The man had
a tanned body with well defined muscles but what drew my eyes like a magnet
was the huge circumcised penis that swung from side to side as he walked.
The large oiled dome was the size of a small plum and my 6" that
I could feel beneath me pressed hard into the couch appeared puny in the
extreme. He approached my wife's couch where she lay, relaxed and drowsy.
Her eyes were closed.

His strong
hands slowly slid down the towel that covered her torso revealing her
breasts. She murmured and shifted slightly on the couch. He began to knead
the tops of her shoulders and as his movements circled inwards, the edges
of his hand caught the swell of her breasts and then her brown nipples.
They hardened with the regular stimulation until they stood firmly upright,
their brown thickness outlined perfectly against the light pastels in
the room. I noticed that my wife had unconsciously begun to lift her hips
very slightly almost with the rhythm of the massage.

Meanwhile,
my masseuse had asked my to swivel round so I was now facing forward.
I could see my wife's breath had quickened and her nipples were now standing
proud and firm from her body. I was facing the hard breasts of the masseuse
who was leaning across as she began work on my chest. Her own pink nipples
were erect and just inches from my eyes. Her fingers slid down my chest
to my lower torso where they began to circle the muscle group there in
light butterfly movements. I could sense my muscles begin to spasm with
the sheer sensuality and lightness of her touch. Her fingers caught the
edge of my penis where it jutted out from the towel but she did not linger.
This occasional touch caused my penis to bounce and twitch, aching for
some physical relief.

I watched
entranced as the rest of my wife's towel was slid away revealing her pronounced
dark pubic bush. I was now totally a voyeur somehow apart from my wife
seeing her not as someone I've been married to for fifteen years but a
mature attractive woman completely unaware of my presence. My masseuse
finally lifted the towel over my cock and tucked the edges under the cover.
As she leaned over, one of her nipples touched the edge of my straining
cock where a small bead of pre-cum had begun to ooze out of the eye. When
she stood again I could see the shiny drool on the erect tip.

My wife's
masseur was still rubbing and kneading the side of her breast his thick
thumbs grazing across the straining nipples. My wife let out a soft moan
and her hips softly writhed on the couch. His hands moved lower along
the outside of her flared hips. The flat of his hand rubbed the top of
her mound causing her hips to lift invitingly. His long thick penis began
to slap against her resting hand and I watched mesmerised, as I watched
my wife's hand reach out and close round the magnificent shaft. She began
a slow languid pulling action squeezing the thick rubbery length which
caused the dome to expand its girth even more. The masseur drizzled some
scented massage oil across her torso and pubic mound where it glittered
in her soft dark hair. Her hand continued to pull on the penis which was
noticeably hardening.

The lady
masseur smiled as she saw her colleague. She looked down at my body observing
the reddened twitching penis. A long clear drool of pre-cum was now oozing
from my palpitating hardness and hung like a thin silver thread from the
purple head. The male masseur slowly kneaded my wife's belly in small
circling motions working downwards to where the oil glinted on her dark
pubic mound. His thick fingers circled the mound again rubbing in the
oil and then slid his fingers up and down her vaginal lips massaging the
outer ones and then lightly caressing the inner ones in a sensual action
that was clearly masturbating her. She opened her eyes and turned towards
me, her mouth forming a soft "ooh" at the intense feelings washing
over her body. I smiled. The masseur parted my wife's thighs and slid
her body gently to the end of the couch where her spread thighs were hitched
around the curved edge. Her sex was now gaping open displaying the thick
brownish labial lips shiny and inviting with the combination of the oil
and her own secretions.

Even though
a total stranger was about to commit the most intimate of acts with my
own wife I wanted him to. In a perverted twist of reasoning I appreciated
that he could fulfill her immediate sexual need far better than I could
ever hope to do. This wasn't about love and caring: this was about satisfying
a basic primal need.

My masseuse
lifted my back slightly thereby allowing me a good view of the action.
My legs hung over the edge of he couch allowing her full unimpeded access
to my straining cock. Her hand was gently skimming up and down my hardness.
The veins stood out on my cock: my orgasm wasn't far off.

The masseur
pulled gently away from my wife's hand. She let out a moan of disappointment.
He moved quietly to the end of the couch. I could see that my wife's pumping
hand had brought him to full hardness with his rounded purple dome exposed
and primed atop a reddened slightly curved penis. He moved towards my
wife's parted thighs aiming his weapon at her soft, opened cunt.

My nose twitched
at the musky earthy scent that filled the air. "She must be really
wet and wanting him by now ", I thought. I saw a sheen of moisture
at the joint of her upper thighs and buttocks. Her tight puckered anus
opened and closed.

He pointed
his hard cock and walked forward slightly to one side deliberately giving
me a good look. My masseuse was murmuring now into my ear." Look
at the size of that weapon...do you think your wife can take it all"?
As she was doing this her soft hand continued to masturbate me with short
twisting movements. Her other hand annointed with scented oil tickled
my hard testicles and drifted downwards to my anus. Her finger pushed
smoothly into my hole almost making me climax .

The penis
was now levelled at the entrance and, with one animal like thrust slid
slickly in up to the hilt. My wife let out a guttural grunt and gripped
the side of the couch with both hands as his huge size filled her. He
pulled out slowly and I could see my wife's fluids shining on his stiff
cock before it entered her body again and began a smooth rhythmic fucking
action. My wife's hips rose and fell to meet his strokes.

Her head
lifted and her eyes met mine but they did not see me: she was too far
gone to be aware of anything except that magnificent cock servicing her.
I heard myself saying aloud "go on fuck her, fuck her hard, she really
wants this". My masseuse was urging me to watch every detail of the
action: "can you smell her heat and juices now, she can't be far
off, can she? ". And neither was I. I urged her lover on " come
on really fuck her for me, she's always wanted a huge cock ". He
quickened his movements until he was pounding into her body with a squishing
juicy sound until my wife was screaming aloud. ..."Ooh, yeah, ooh
yeah I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" Her hips gyrated trying
to extract every last fibre of his weapon to tease and tittilate her vagina
and clitoris. With a loud shout the masseur pulled out his weapon: red
and shiny the domed head straining ready to erupt with his load.

Suddenly
a huge gout of sperm erupted from the slick purple head of his penis and
splattered across my wife's torso, then another and another. Great squirting
ribbons of sperm. I couldn't hold myself back any more. My masseuse pulled
down hard on my cock forcing a tremendous ejaculation from the eye. It
hurtled through the air and spattered across my wife's straining breasts.
"Ooh, yeah, come on you fuckers, squirt your come over me",
she shouted. Her panting shiny chest was covered in thick globs of sperm
as both our cocks jerked and jerked across her body...